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really, so that would be a good place to start?” I try to come across as professional as possible, my voice a little lower than normal.
    “Don’t you just have the sexiest voice?” Mags says ignoring my actual question.
    “Urgg?” She can’t see my confusion but my eloquent noise must make that clear.
    “Well not when you grunt like that you don’t.” She laughs a deep throaty sound but it still sounds inviting not mean.
    “Oh!” I am shocked and given I work in the kitchen below that is saying something.
    “Yes ‘Oh.’ Now that I can work with.” She laughs lightly this time. “I am going to say right off that I will be able to offer you something but I think we should meet, despite my type of business, I really prefer to do this sort of thing face to face. Can you come by at three this afternoon? We are quiet then and we can go over everything then and start your training.” She is super friendly and can’t hide her enthusiasm.
    “Training?” Pretty sure my ‘sexy’ tone had been replaced with pure panic.
    “I know I’m getting ahead of myself, but I know people and I have a good feeling about you, what is your name darling?” She encourages.
    “My real name?” I ask and she laughs out.
    “Yes darling, your real name.” She is still laughing but I can’t take offence. She makes me smile.
    “Bethany.” I tell her.
    “Take my details down Bethany, and I’ll see you at three.” The light laughter is gone and this is purely business, her tone shifts and she gives me everything I will need to meet her later.
    After ending the call I am a little dazed. I now have a pretty good idea what “Late Night Calls” is and yet I still agreed to meet with Mags. More interesting still is that I am actually a little excited about it.

    The door to the Late Night Calls office was unnamed and I almost missed it nestled between the arches behind Waterloo station. I knew the pub to the left, The Hole in the Wall, but had no idea there was office space too. I was half right; it wasn’t really office space at all. I press the buzzer and the intercom lights up.
    “Please come on up Bethany.” The same voice from earlier has lost a little of its sultriness with the accompanying crackle.
    I climb the narrow stairs and tentatively open the only door on the landing. The room is more like a hotel lobby, luxurious and welcoming, a complete contrast to the slightly grimy exterior and not like any office I know.
    “Hello Bethany.” The girl behind a small reception desk smiles. “I’m Susan and Mags is just on the phone.” She points to a closed door behind her. “She won’t be long . . . they never are.” She giggles.
    “Please take a seat and make yourself at home.” She gestures to the seating area that resembles an adult playpen, without the bars. I could choose from a large corner sofa that takes up most of the room or alternately, I could perhaps romp on the oversized cushions piled high on a faux fur rug. As no one can get up from those things with a modicum of dignity intact I decided not to risk the lure of their softness and opt for the safety of the sofa. I sit on the edge, which is apt because I am on edge. I smile at Susan who has returned to flicking through, what looks from here, like a lads’ magazine.
    “No frowning, darling, you’ll get wrinkles.” Mags, I assume, enters the room with a dramatic swish emphasised by the flow of her chiffon three quarter length bright pink jacket. She must be in her sixties and is immaculate. Her make-up is a little heavy around the eyes and she has the brightest pink lipstick. Her hair is cut in a sharp grey blonde bob and her tailored suit and silk blouse perfectly fit her shapely curves. She’s wearing six inch gold Loubutons and I know this because they are Sofia’s favourite not because I am lucky enough to own a pair. After taking me in carefully she sits beside me and sighs.
    “Well, you are just as sexy as your voice, pity we don’t do video